Chapter 21
I would like to have said that I went to a better place. However, skin freezing cold air woke me. Dumped onto the floor of the small room, I untangled my legs and stood. My skin stretched and sagged. I wanted to crawl under a heavy layer of blankets to press my body tight. Red fog tinted my vision.
The outer Gateway was closed, but the door to Inside was open. The panel of colored lights glowed brightly and I wanted to smash them into tiny bits. Cog wasn’t with me and I doubted he made it through the door in time.
No way could he survive in that airless, weightless… Void. But I had to try. No reason to live unless I tried. I punched in the first few numbers.
“Stop!” A most unwelcome voice ordered.
I ignored Lieutenant Commander Karla, getting in another two numbers before she stunned me. A wall of energy slammed into my body. My last thought was of Cog.
The next time I woke, my situation hadn’t improved. Rows of black bars, the stench of unwashed bodies, excrement and fear, and the hard metal bunk underneath all clued me in. I was under arrest and incarcerated in the holding cells.
When Commander Vinco arrived with the LC at his heels, I wished I had floated away with Cog.
“Just so you don’t think you’ll be rescued by your scrub friends, we have secured the lower levels,” LC Karla said. Her lips flattened into a pleased smile which didn’t reach her eyes. “Do you want to know how?”
“No.” The truth. The game had ended badly. Cog was gone. Outside didn’t exist. Nothing left that Trella cared for. Ella, on the other hand, planned to keep her mouth shut.
“You’ve been rather busy these last four weeks.
” Vinco sounded impressed. “A little scrub like you, causing so much trouble.” He tsked.
“Finding the portal and opening it. Of course you paid a price. I’m going to miss my stubborn sturdy friend.
” He pulled a knife from his belt. The edge gleamed in the sick yellow light.
My pulse reacted to the threat out of habit, but I remained in my reclined position.
“She had help,” Karla said. “She couldn’t have found the space around the levels, hid Domotor, stole from my office, and stitched the knife wound on her hip by herself. She’s not that smart.”
“You underestimated me. Don’t feel too bad, it’s a common mistake.” I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture.
Vinco crouched down to my eye level. “You will tell us where Domotor is and who helped you.”
I couldn’t believe they failed to find Domotor. The game may be over for me, but there were a few others still able to do damage. I repeated my vow to keep my mouth shut.
Vinco straightened. “Key?”
No keypads here. Bored inmates could find the code by trial and error.
He grabbed the ring of keys from Karla. The light jingle sent a vibration of dread up my spine. The snap of the cell door’s lock increased the terror. By the time he stood next to me, my body shook.
A beeping sound emanated from Karla’s belt. She cursed and toggled on her communicator. “What?”
Vinco paused and I hoped she would talk for a long time. But she flipped it shut and flashed me an annoyed frown. “I’m needed elsewhere. Do you need me?” she asked him.
Yes, I thought. Need her.
“No. I’ll show her what I can do first. Then we’ll come back and ask questions.”
“Fine.” She turned on her heel and left.
The slam of the door echoed in the room. No blankets or pillows or anything soft to absorb the sound. I pushed up to a sitting position, thinking to fight or maybe even escape around him. Maximum damage.
But Vinco’s reactions were as sharp as his knife. He grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the bunk. Using his weight to keep me down, he pulled my hands behind my head and through the bars.
The click slide of handcuffs snapped around my wrists, trapping my hands. Feeling completely vulnerable, I twisted. Fear pulsed through my veins, and I clamped down on a plea. I would not give him the satisfaction of begging for mercy. I would not whimper or utter a word.
He smiled in anticipation and proceeded to demonstrate with the tip of his knife just how much pain he could cause—a considerable amount.
True to his promise, he never asked me a question. Instead he remained quiet, taking pleasure in my screams. Screaming and yelling weren’t weeping or pleading—a difference I clung to with a tiny bit of pride.
I lost track of time. Moments of burning pain mixed with excruciating pain and gaps of dull throbbing pain. Karla came and went. Vinco’s knife danced on my skin.
They asked questions and I refused to answer, and we all settled into a routine.
I disconnected from the fear and terror.
Growing a metal barrier in my mind, I kept my emotions walled off.
The visits tapered and my screaming sessions were further apart.
Something was happening to keep the Pop Cops busy.
Karla’s insistence on knowing who I worked with grew more frantic.
The bang of a door roused me from a mindless stupor. I glanced around, but no Vinco. Confused, I raised my head and peered into the other cells.
The Pop Cops had locked up another person.
Riley stared at me with horror-filled eyes. I groaned.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“What do you think?” I couldn’t suppress my sarcastic remark.
“I think you look like something Chomper has chewed on and spat back out.”
“Such sweet sentiment, lying to me to avoid hurting my feelings.”
“At least you still have your sense of humor.”
I let my head drop back onto the bunk. “How many have been caught?”
The silence pressed on me, but I didn’t have to energy to look and decipher Riley’s expression.
“Do you mean from the scrubs revolt? They’ve been confined to quarters and only allowed to leave in small groups supervised by well-armed Pop Cops. No one’s been arrested yet. I believe Logan and Anne-Jade are hiding with Domotor. Cog is missing.”
I avoided the inevitable conversation about Cog. The rest was nice to hear, but not what I wanted. “I mean of the uppers. You, obviously have been caught, but what about Doctor Lamont and the others?”
“Oh! I’m here for talking back to a commanding officer. Ten hours extra duty and ten hours in the brig.”
Relief flowed through my skin, helping to calm the angry welts.
He continued, “No upper has been implicated. The Travas have been so busy in the lower levels; it took me three smart remarks to three different officers to get punished.”
Shame Vinco wasn’t needed below. But then his comment sunk in. “You wanted to get arrested?”
“Since I don’t fit through the vents, it’s the only way to talk to you.
Logan and Anne-Jade have been busy.” He huffed with amusement.
“Anne-Jade’s been wearing the Pop Cop uniform and delivering these devices—little anti-stunners shaped like belt buckles.
It deflects the energy from the stunner somehow. ”
I smiled at his awe-tinged voice, but couldn’t share his enthusiasm. Time to burst his bubble. “Riley, we opened Gateway. Outside is nothing. A great big black place of nothing. Cog is gone. He’s out in the nothing. No reason to resist the Pop Cops. No escape from Inside.”
Silence and more silence. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so blunt.
“Sorry to hear about Cog,” Riley said. “I wish I could have met him. He sounded like a great guy.”
“He was. The scrubs revolted because of him. Now they don’t have him or Gateway.”
“But they have you.”
I tried to laugh, but it turned into a coughing fit.
“So does Karla and Vinco. Don’t think I can do anything for the scrubs, but keep my mouth shut and hope Vinco’s knife slips.
” Slips into my neck and ends my time here.
During our last session, I lost my grip on my metal barrier and almost told Vinco everything.
“You are the reason I’m here,” Riley said.
“If you remember, I didn’t get involved to find Gateway.
But to find a way to improve living conditions in the lower levels.
I talked to Doctor Lamont and there is a way to even things out between uppers and lowers.
The Force of Sheep is worried about being caught, but they’re also motivated. ”
“Why?” I figured they would do what they had done before and lay low.
“Because of you.”
“Me? You’ve got to be joking.”
“You’re right. I am. It’s really because of Sheepy. How he risked his life for them, and how he showed them that scrubs are real human beings who care and want the same things in life. Opened their eyes to the fact the Travas are our mutual enemy.”
“Sheepy’s a great guy…er…sheep.”
“He is. But he’s going to be mutton chops soon if he doesn’t fight back.”
Energized I raised my head and glared at Riley. “Hard to fight back when I’m cuffed to the bars.”
“Your legs don’t work?”
“Vinco’s built like a tank. Have you tried to resist him?” I demanded.
“Yes. If you remember, extra duty is being Vinco’s sparring partner. Except he has a weapon and you don’t.” He rubbed his left forearm.
I remembered Riley’s bloody sleeve. “Then you know how hard it is.”
“I never said it would be easy. Giving up is easy.”
I grumbled.
“Vinco isn’t very smart. If you do decide to try resisting, there is a package for you in the heating duct right near the vent.”
“Who..?”
“Logan rigged Zippy to deliver it to you.”
“Hard to get it out with solid iron bars acting as a vent cover.”
“Think about it,” Riley said.
I grudgingly realized Logan would know about the bars and probably packed the gift so I could pull it through. I wiggled my fingers. My hands were swollen, and the metal cuffs had ripped the skin off my wrists.
“All you need to do is free yourself from those cuffs,” he said as if commenting on the food in the cafeteria.
“But the Force of Sheep doesn’t need me. You have Logan for the computer stuff and Anne-Jade building anti-stunners. In fact, by staying here, I’m keeping Vinco and Karla busy for you.”
“That’s mighty nice of you. But don’t you think you’ve suffered enough? Or do you still feel guilty for Cog’s loss?”